I start up in the north I grow from special seed I sprinkle it with sensibility from French and Hungarian snow I linger in the sprouting until my engine’s full
Then I move across the sea To European bliss To language of poets As I cut the cord of home I kiss my mother’s mother look to the horizon
wide eyed, new ground humbled by my new surroundings
I am a citizen of the planet My president is kwan yin My frontier is on an airplane my prisons: homes for rehabilitating
Then I fly back to my nest, I fly back with my nuclear but everything is different So I wait, my yearn for home is broadened, patriotism expanded by callings from beyond So I pack my things nothing precious all things sacred
I am a citizen of the planet My laws are all of attraction My punishments are consequences Separating from source the original sin
I am a citizen of the planet democracy’s kids are sovereign Where the teachers are the sages And pedestals fill with every parent
And so, the next few years are blurry, the next decade’s a flurry of smells and tastes unknown Threads sewn straight through this fabric through fields of every color one culture to another
I come alive and I get giddy I am taken and globally naturalized
I am a citizen of the planet From simple roots through high vision I am guarded by the angels My body guides the direction I go in
I am a citizen of the planet My favorite pastime edge stretching Besotten with human condition these ideals are borne from my deepest within